gawk.skeezes.

hahahaha. i had 21 mean things to say to people who mattered and did not really matter but would pronounce yes with a yessh or it'll come out like skeeze..

but, i'm too pms-dehydrated that i'm doing myself a favor before my mind does a rigor mortis.

at least, i fully understand how i should love gelo now.. not complain, keep my mouth shut, and when our relationship gets skeezes, i would tell him to grow up or go out.. di bitaw.. i just understood how things should be.. out of tummy cramps and my pasingit stints if he would ask me wut am feeling.. reply: huhuhuhuhu, sakit gyd yah, daw mapatay ko, huhuhuhuhu.

& maybe get over girls who are too much of a copycat cuz no one is really original, or girls who do not say anything nice or make things they say seem nice, but, they're really not nice at all, or guys who look at you like you're bootylicious and would say it; so instead of shying away, you may as swell krump like a ghetto girl-they'll be scared, or boys who thunk they own the call center industry, but, men should really be looking into their almost bankrupt hacienda cuz the cane industry is in bad shape.. enuf.

plus only about 3 hours sleep, 2 pain killers, and bacolod chicken that's drier than dry wine.. add up the fact that flight is sooo exorbitantly priced becuz of the holidays, plus, that damn schedule for a visa just right after new year, this all spells pms skeeze.

dearLord, on some days, this lovely gawdforsaken city can be full of smelly skeezes.